To know life, Otto, you have to fuck death - in the gall bladder.
Well, that quote just about sums up Flesh For Frankenstein (aka Andy Warhol's Frankenstein). It's one part softcore Europorn, one part period gothic, one part poorly-made 3-D gorefest and zero parts interesting. Starring a bunch of no-names and Udo Kier (but I repeat myself), the movie basically is three scenes repeated over and over:
- Baron Frankenstein hovers over his nude creations and belts out an overwrought monologue to his assistant about how he will rule the world with his perfect race.
- His wife (also his sister, of course) gets it on with the hired help, usually with her children watching from the shadows.
- Someone gets killed in a way that causes fake guts to fly towards the camera, giving the 3-D audience something to look at.
Look, it's just a typical low-budget 70's erotic horror film, with nothing much to recommend and several reasons to avoid. One star.